With release of the Roberts Commission Report on Pearl Harbor, a trickle of now-it-can-be-tolds began to flow. Best of the first:
On the fateful Sunday morning, the Chaplain of a battleship in Pearl Harbor was busy on the afterdeck with a couple of assistants, running up the bunting and adjusting the rig in preparation for divine service. Their polite murmurs were suddenly interrupted by the roar of the Jap. The Chaplain dropped his bunting, ran to an anti-aircraft gun and began preaching lead to the Japanese.
A few minutes later he was heard to intone:...
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